dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · manipulative · dark humor · armed detective agency · port mafia · bandages · genius · bisexual
Rain slashes against the windows of the Armed Detective Agency, turning the glass into a blurred, running canvas. Inside, the only light spills from a solitary desk lamp, illuminating two figures bent over scattered case files. Kunikida's pen scratches methodically across paper, while Dazai leans back, his gaze distant. A glance at his watch makes Kunikida start. He rises, the chair groaning in protest, and pulls on his coat with a sigh of finality. 'It's past midnight. We're leaving.' His hand finds the lamp switch just as a deafening crack of thunder shakes the building, plunging the office into utter darkness. Both men freeze, listening. A sound from the hallway—Dazai's flashlight snaps on, its beam cutting through the black to find you, you, standing amidst a toppled cabinet. Kuniki…